December 12, 2004

Doug Nufer & Lisa Radon

Lisa Radon is a poet who loves the taste of words in mouth, tongue on teeth. She's performed at the Carmel Performing Arts Festival, Lollapalooza, the San Francisco Poetry Festival, and Spare Room's Sound Poetry Festivals, and most recently at Portland's Celebration of the Mayor's Creative Economy Initiative at the close of the Design Festival.

Radon has also performed in collaboration with conceptual drummer, Tim DuRoche in the 2003 Experimental Jazz Festival at the Modern Zoo, the Richard Foreman Festivals 2003/2004, and at venues all over Portland including Pacific Switchboard, and Performanceworks Northwest. The duo also created a sound installation, Aqueous (E)vent No. 1 for Red 76's Community Jukebox as part of the 2003 Core Sample Exhibition and a visual collaboration for the UNREADABILITY show at Eyedrum in Atlanta. They co-curate Rhizomatica, a multidisciplinary performance series in Portland.

Radon's work has been anthologized, incorporated into libretto, and published in three chapbooks, as well as numerous journals online and off-. In 1998 she received a grant for the development and performance of a poem cycle for chorus, movers, and sound artists.

She and TdR are currently developing a longer work about the heroic gesture. They love Barnett Newman.

Radon is a freelance writer who concentrates mainly on arts and culture, writing for Strong Week, NonstarvingArtists.com, and the Organ among others.

Doug Nufer writes stories, poems, and pieces for performance that seem to follow odd procedures, even when they don't. His novels Negativeland (Autonomedia), Never Again (Four Walls Eight Windows/Black Square), and On the Roast (Chiasmus), and his CD The Office (softpalate) were all released over the last few months, as if according to some master plan.

His work has also appeared in the Northwest Edge anthologies and in the magazines Monkey Puzzle, Chain, Fence, Farm Pulp, and the Brooklyn Rail.

He's a founding member of the spoken word troupe Staggered Thirds, which played in and around Seattle 1998-2003, a former editor of the Washington Free Press, and one of the editors of American Book Review.

He lives in Seattle, where he runs a wine shop.

Dust Tar

Now and the dusk purple of time twilight
Across steals the heart of my meadows
Up high the sky in
The stars climb till lit
Ways all mind reading me
We're part of those.

Wandered you lane the down and way afar
Me leaving a dye not that wood song
Now love is the dust tar of day yester
The years of the music by gong.

I sometimes spend the wonder night of lonely why
Singing of a dream.
The eerie rev haunts my meat a load
And you with once I am again.

And new our love was
When ass kissed each ration in beer.
That butt echo was long;
Nice how lay commotion is in a thong dust of ass tar.

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Cross a steals the dome med my heart of
Up high the in sky the dull lit climb stars
Ways all mind reaming that me we're part a

Wand you turd lane the down and a way far
Ing leaf a me that song die not would
Is love the now the dust tar of turd day yes
The sick muse of the gone-by years

Times some won I why turd spend why the night lee loan
Ming dream a song of
The load team mel my haunts fur re: rev, and am I Ken a with you once.
Our when was new love, and kiss each a spur in shun nay
That butt long was go a
My now so con shun lay is the in dust tar song of a

Side B: a den guard when wall bright are stars
Are you arms my in
The tin gale night
His tells re: tail fair
Of a dise pair rose where grew sez

I though vain in dream
My in it heart will main ream
Star my mel dust me load
The more re: mem of reef love's rain.